So this is me letting you go, too. I hope you’re more thankful than with a heavy heart. I know we’ll find the kind of love that won’t plague our hearts with pain anymore. Thank you for being strong for the both of us, in this situation.
“I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave.” Remembering her manners, she added, “Please. It’s time for you to move on. Do you see a bright light anywhere? If you do, you need to walk into the light. Your loved ones are waiting for you.”
“That is when I remembered that I had a father. During the alert, I had followed the mob, not taking care of him. I knew he was running out of strength, close to death, and yet I had abandoned him. I went to look for him. Yet at the same time a thought crept into my mind: If only I didn’t find him! If only I were relieved of this responsibility, I could use all my strength for myself… Instantly, I felt ashamed, ashamed of myself forever.” Slowly though, he starts to feel more and more that his father is a burden, like page 107. “I gave him what was left of my soup. But my heart was heavy. I was aware that I was doing it grudgingly. Just like Rabbi Eliahu’s son, I had not passed the test.” On page 108, he becomes frustrated with his father. “I sat next to him, watching him. I no longer dared to believe that he could still elude Death. I did all I could to give him hope.” Then finally, on page 111-112, “The officer came closer and shouted to him to be silent. But my father did not hear. He continued to call me. The officer wielded his club and dealt him a violent blow to the head. I didn’t move. I was afraid, my body was afraid of another blow, this time to my head… When I came down from my bunk after roll call, I could see his lips trembling; he was murmuring something. I remained more than an hour leaning over him, looking at him, etching his bloody, broken face into
Listening to him quote his own words from his book and realizing that this old man endured all this at the age of 16, the same age as me made me realize all that we young ones today take advantage of. Describing himself lying helpless, listening to his father’s cries, unable to answer, as the SS beat his father, is a paralyzing thought. I cannot begin to imagine the guilt, pain, and suffering that he lived with all his life. To imagine the face of my father, and listening to him
Mr. Fishel, born in 1988, considers his childhood to be "pretty normal". With a brother that is only a year and a half younger than him, they would constantly fight and play around together. They would fish, hike, and play baseball. His sister is much younger than him, but they still share a close relationship. His father influenced him as a child; he would teach him about survival techniques and the great outdoors. They would do things such as fishing, camping, and hiking. His father taught, inspired, and even saved him at one point. He tells about a time when he almost drowned in a lake as a child; "I remember him racing by the lifeguard, and realized my father was some sort of superhuman who could do anything". When it comes to his verbally abusive mother, Mr. Fishel admitted, "My mother wasn 't much of a presence in our life, so we just tell people she isn 't in the picture".
Liesel Suffering from unbearable pain of lost ones, the protagonist of the story Liesel goes through many tough situations. In The Book Thief, Liesel changes greatly from being sad and lonely due to her harsh past, to accepting reality and learning to love her In the beginning of the story, Liesel loses her father, brother and only had her mother left, but soon also loses her. She was alone all by herself, until she got taken in by someone else. Although, it didn’t change anything for her since she was still always reminiscing over her family.
Thick layers of grey smoke floods the once empty street of Tolleson, Arizona. About 20 eyes are pressing onto me as if they were a group of 1000. This feeling scares me, but somehow deep down, it pleases me. I feel as if some sort of key information has been wiped from my memory. As more and more of the smoke clears, my memory is coming back further and further. These memories haunt me. They won't reveal what they are. Only the emotions from these memories leak out. Hiding beneath the smoke is a vast space craft. In a flash of light, the door has been drawn open and dozens of human like shadows are standing in a straight horizontal line. Only the silence of all these creatures talks to us. The creature in the middle of the line steps forward
One day, Robern went home from his brother Sloan's celebration party after he was accepted to the best institute this time period has to offer. He sat quietly in his garage, brooding, his study materials for his final exam open in front of him, and said to himself,"What should I do to be like Sloan? I can't even graduate from high school." Suddenly, an old man approached his open garage and greeted him. Robern stood up and called, "Hey, can I help you with something?" The old man replied, "From the looks of your face, you seemed like a person who needed help." Robern pointed at one of his books and said, "Yeah, Finals are approaching and I can't do a single question in this book." The old man grabbed a nearby pen and said, "This is easy, I